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Hyper Snowball War! CLIMAX!
<i>The TVs flicker to life, as anyone who registered receives a call on their phone. Should they pick up, they'd be promptly teleported to a wide open field, snow glistening on the ground in the sun's light. Phillip is sitting at a table with several papers, some blank, others with information on them. Behind him is a large screen which reads "TEAM SELECTIONS!". There is a green team and a dark purple team; however, the slots beneath them are only filled with question marks. A flag marks the table where Phillip is sitting as "Day-Of Registration". Upon closer inspection of the field, it appears to have several igloos and snowmen dotting the white expanse.</i>
"Today's the day! The grand Hyper Snowball War is scheduled to begin within an hour! Anyone not signed up via preregistration must come directly to this table in order to participate!"
Hyper Snowball War Q&A Conference!
<i>Once again the current broadcasts have been interrupted by a thin man wearing a large winter coat. This time he seems to be sitting at a conference table, with the words "HYPER SNOW WAR 2017!" emblazoned on the wall behind him. There is a phone number at the bottom of the screen once again, but this time the text above it reads, "Taking viewer questions!" It seems Phillip had just finished taking a question from the audience himself.</i>
"The official date of the contest will be one week from yesterday! I very much look forward to beholding our contenders' will to win! Next up, we will be taking questions from the viewers at home! Dial the number and put in your question, we just might answer it! You needn't be registered to ask a question. First caller!"
<i>Phillip sits patiently at the table awaiting his first caller.</i>
Go! HY-HY-HY-HYPER! Snowball War!
<i>Should anybody be watching television within the Nexus, they'd soon notice a small young man in a gray hoodie on the screen, not whatever they were watching. He's grinning quite self-assuredly. In his hand is a small white ball, presumably made of snow to the average observer.</i>
"Hello, everyone! This is a special announcement for a very VERY special event. The Nexus Hyper Snowball War is soon beginning, with untold treasures to the victors! Pre-registration is open at 1-800-XXX-XXXX! Call in now to secure a spot in this grand event!"
<i> The screen cuts away from Phillip to a vast snowy field. Several boxes of text appear on the screen, right in time with Phillip's narration.</i>
"Afraid this is too complicated? No problem at all! Simply don't get struck by three snowballs, and you win! Be warned, this is a TEAM event, so do your best to help your allies! Teams are to be randomly assigned between pre-registered contenders, and on-site registered contenders! Before you call in, here are some very important rules! 1. No outside equipment! All equipment will be distributed by lottery before the fight! 2. No supernatural abilities! This is a battle of wills, not as I've read it before to be called "A Power Up Dick Measuring Contest"! 3. No cheating! Cheaters will be forcefully ejected from the battle, facing humiliation, AND immense pain!"
<i>The screen cuts back to Phillip, who is now wearing a hefty winter jacket, and a pair of snow goggles.</i>
"I hope to see you there!"
<i> Phillip throws the object in his hand at the camera, it splatters against the lens, causing the TV screens to go white. The broadcast ends, and is promptly returned to regular broadcasts. Hope you didn't miss any important bits of your favorite TV shows. </i>
C's Grand Return/ T's resolution
<i> The Narumi Detective Agency. It stands proudly on the street, this time, noticeably straighter. As per usual, some odd occurrences were, well occurring. Outside were several pots filled with dirt, of which two had been filled with a green plant, yet to bloom, and a dark purple flower. Inside would be the resident detective's partner, wearing a work apron over his casual clothes.</i>
My my, horticulture certainly keeps the mind busy, as well as potentially lure in new customers. Akiko would be proud!
Unusual day in persona universe
<i>A very normal looking man walks into the cafe. The man would proceed to hold his finger to his chin ponderously. Silently moving over to the man, he'd skim the article entirely. </i>
"Interesting, yet implausible."
<i>The normal looking man puts on his hood and promptly departs from the business. Seconds later the cry of a bird is heard before fading quietly into the breeze.</i>
Depths of Corruption
<i>Phillip takes a seat again, and crosses his legs to support his elbow which he props his head on in thought.</i>
"So the interesting one is dead, and the clever one breaks the fourth wall... I'm not sure how to assess this storyline... Maybe the interesting one will stay dead, that'd break the cliche!"
Late Night Consultations
<i>Phillip comes from the kitchen, with two cups of coffee. The smell emanating from them is absolutely tantalizing. He places the cup before Shotaro, and takes a seat to have a drink for himself.</i>
"We're in a different world, and you're already getting clients? This might solve our coffee problem! By the by, I'm fully aware you won't admit that my coffee is better than yours, so I'll take your comment on how this was a lucky guess now."
Early Morning Consultations
<i>Phillip lets his hands fall down to his side. His expression fires up immensely.</i>
"As he said, we're in the Nexus, but from what I could find, the Nexus appears to be an amalgamation of worlds, all of them stitched together. I can assume that we represent the fragment of OUR world, but more than likely others will show up. Very little is written on the subject, so what precious information we CAN gather would make me VERY pleased!"
Early Morning Consultations
<i>Phillip keeps one hand behind his back, likely holding something.</i>
"Quite the contrary, Shotaro. Crocheting takes considerably more skill than <i><b>half-boiled</b></i> detective work. To think that many people take it up as a hobby astounds me! You should know I've taken the liberty of purchasing several kilograms of yarn and 3 crocheting hooks."
<i>He chuckles to himself, quite pleased.</i>
Depths of Corruption
<i>Phillip snaps his fingers, disappointed.</i>
"Aw, such a shame, but at least one of the more interesting characters is still alive."
Late Night Consultations
<i>Phillip was waiting for this question, as though his life depended on it, he let all of the rising tension release in a tsunami of emotion, his mind clearing as the last question left his lips. </i>
"We're running low, so I was asking where I could get some..."
Late Night Consultations
<i>Phillip walks in carrying an oar. It's dripping with a salty odor.</i>
"Making coffee? I'd like to ask that you preserve what precious beans we have until we've got a better grip on this place. Neither Akiko, or Terui are here, so I think it unwise to make <i>your</i> coffee."
Late Night Consultations
<i>Phillip frowns at Shotaro's pun. He begins to speak in a low voice.</i>
"Apparently, there is a vortex in the sky somewhere in the Nexus, and from it, rains endless amounts of coffee beans, of endless varieties. It's been raining there for so long, that a mountain of coffee beans has formed. Inside one of the many caverns on that mountain, an entire faction hides out. This faction, which hides in the Cavern of Caffeine, used to be a peaceful sort, which doled out the much needed coffee beans; however, everything was drastically altered when a group of pyromaniacs assaulted. Now, that faction has declared war on intelligence itself, and from that location, very few individuals seek to tread. The Library tells of a mechanical figure, who could brave these horrid conditions, and became a legend. I fear our war for coffee may have begun this night, Shotaro."
Late Night Consultations
<i>Phillip finishes his drink, and decides to pose what could potentially be, the most risky question he's ever had to ask a potential client in his entire life. Phillip began to sweat nervously at just the thought of what he was about to ask, but his curiosity overwhelmed him, and he was forced to submit to his urge to know.</i>
"You run a coffee shop you said? Tell me, where do you get your beans?"
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